Lives are like the canvas all white and clear
That too soon begins to cloud up with fear
Add a hint of ochre as we all grow
With colors God paints into each rainbow
If circles or squares lapse into the breach
May they be beyond lost destinies reach.
As each canvas becomes part of the dream
Of what we’ve reached for or where we have been
Or the brushes get tired or weather worn
Take care we don’t all get tattered or torn !
Claire V. Bogdanos 